On the twenty-fifth day of the twelfth lunar month, Father Lin slaughtered the pig he had raised for a year. Early in the morning, a group of people came over to help.
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On the twenty-fifth day of the twelfth lunar month, Father Lin slaughtered the pig he had raised for a year. Early in the morning, a group of people came over to help.
In those days, the countryside was still densely populated, and the New Year was a truly festive occasion.
Naturally, Lin Heng was among the group helping with the slaughter. He didn’t talk much, but the villagers were all warm and friendly, chatting and laughing together.
Lin Heng’s eldest and third uncles were also there. His youngest aunt’s husband couldn’t make it because they were slaughtering a pig at their place as well.
In the countryside, pig slaughtering had to be done on an auspicious day, and today was one of those days. Several families in the village were doing it, and the three or four local butchers were all fully occupied.
“Is that an electric heater? Does it really work? How much did it cost?”
Lu Honghai, Lin Heng’s eldest uncle, saw Lin Heng using an electric heater to boil water directly in a large wooden barrel and asked curiously.
“Not expensive, just two yuan,” Lin Heng replied with a smile.